Chapter 5I'm thankful when Manik leaves so Mukti and I can discuss the party, I need more details to ease my nerves.
"Where is the party? Is it within walking distance?" I ask her as I align my books on the shelf into alphabetical order. It's a habit.
"It's technically a frat party, at one of the biggest frat houses here," her mouth is wide open as she layers more mascara onto her lashes, "it's right off campus so we won't be walking but Harshad will pick us up,"
I'm grateful it won't be Manik, even though I know he will be there somehow riding with him seems unbearable. Why is he so rude? If anything he should be grateful that I am not judging him for the way he has destroyed his body with holes and tattoos. Maybe I am judging him a little, but not to his face at least. It is just that I was raised in a home where tattoos and piercings are not expectable, I always had to have my hair combed, my eyebrows plucked, and my clothes clean and ironed. It is just the way it is.
"Did you hear me?" Mukti a says and laughs.
"Sorry.. what?" I hadn't realized my mind has wandered.
"I said lets get ready, you can help me pick my outfit." she says. The dresses she picks out are so inappropriate that I keep looking around for a hidden camera and someone to jump out and tell me it is a joke, I cringe at each one and she laughs, obviously finding my disgust humorous. The dress, no, piece a scrap material.. she chooses is a black dress made out of what looks like fishnet with her red bra showing through, at least the bottom is solid but I get the feeling she would wear it even if it wasn't. The dress barely reaches the tops of her thighs and the heels of her shoes are at least four inches. Her flaming red hair is pulled into a wild bun with curls escaping all over and she has more eyeliner on than ever.
"Did your tattoos hurt?" I ask her as I pull out my maroon dress.
"The first one sort of did, but not as bad as you would think. It's almost like a bee stinging you over and over," she shrugs. Ouch, that sounds very unpleasant.
"That sounds terrible," I tell her and she laughs. It occurs to me that she probably finds me as strange as I find her. It's oddly comforting.
"You're not really wearing that are you?" She gapes at my dress.
My hand slides over the fabric, this is my nicest dress and I didn't bring many clothes with me. Since I skipped on going to the store today, I will have to find time this week. I need to pencil that in before I forget.
"What is wrong with my dress?"
I try to hide how offended I am. The maroon material is soft but sturdy, the same material business suits are made of. The collar goes up to my neck and the sleeves are three quarter length, reaching just under my elbows.
"Nothing.. it's just so.. long?" she says.
"It is barely below my knee," I defend my favorite dress.
"It's pretty, I just think it's a little too heavy for a party, you could borrow something of mine?" She offers and I laugh.
"No thanks, I am fine wearing this." I tell her and plug in my curling iron.
My hair is perfectly curled against my face, I push two bobby pins in, one on each side to keep my hair out of my face.
"Do you want to use some of my makeup?" Mukti asks and I look in the mirror again.
My eyes always look a little too large for my face but I prefer to wear minimal makeup, I usually just put on a little mascara and lip gloss. I am pretty proud of how well I take care of my skin so why hide it if I don't need to?
"Maybe a little eyeliner? I say, still unsure.
She gives me a smile and hands me three pencils. One purple, one black and one brown. I roll them around in my fingers, deciding between the black and brown.
"The purple will look great with your blue-gray eyes," she says and I smile but shake my head.
"Your eyes are so unique, want to trade?" she jokes.
She has beautiful green eyes, why would she want to trade with me? I take the black pencil and draw the thinnest possible line around both eyes, earning a proud smile from Mukti. Her phone buzzes and she grabs her purse. "Harshad's here" she informs me, I grab my purse, smooth my dress and slip on my white toms. She eyes my flat shoes but doesn't comment.
Harshad is waiting out front of the building, rock music blaring out of the rolled down windows. I can't help but glance around to see everyone staring. I keep my head down and just as I look up, I see Manik lean up in the front seat. He must have been bending down. Ugh.
"Ladies." Harshad greets us and Manik shoots me a glare as I climb in behind Steph, getting stuck sitting behind Manik .
"You do know that we are going to a party not a church right Nandu ?" Harry says with a smirk.
"Do not call me Nanu please. I prefer Nandini ," I warn him, how does he even know my name is Nandini ? I hate being called Nandu.
"Sure thing Nandu," he says and I roll my eyes. I will not banter back and forth with him, he is not worth my time.
After what feels like ages we finally pull up to a huge two story house with overgrown vines sprawling up the side. THETA XI is painted in black letters on the massive house. It looks like something from a movie.
"It's so big, how many people will be here?" I gulp. The lawn is full of people holding red cups, I am way out my league here.
"A full house, hurry up," Manik says and gets out of the car, slamming the car door behind him.
I watch as multiple people high five and shake Manik's hand. No one else that I see is covered in tattoos like him, Harshad and Mukti.Maybe I can make some friends here tonight after all.
"Coming?" Mukti smiles and I nod as I climb out of the car, making sure to smooth my dress again.
Here goes the chapter 5 phewwwwell some of them has been asking me to give Manik's POV but honestly this story is about NANDINI and HER LIFE. So everthing is explained and experienced by her. So her POV is getting the preference. But I will definitely try to give Manik's POV in the futureAnnd last but not the least, THAAANK YOUU SO MUCH my regular readers for your appreciation . Do continue to support me and I will try to give my best 😃
Edited by pagolmeye - 9 years ago
